EXHUME from GATHERER by CELADON CITY

Existential crisis, how do I save myself the dread?
I have no one to impress, nothing left to respect.
I'm all wrapped in my head, always according to the plan.
But when can I pretend that things are gonna get better again?

Whats with this contest? It's keeping me alarmed in bed.
I know I'll understand the rest, or I'm just closer to the end.
Didn't mean to smile about it, didn't mean to cry about it.
didn't mean to be a part of this, didn't mean to be a part of you.
Whats with this contest? It's keeping me alarmed in bed.
I know I'll understand the rest, or I'm just closer to the end.
Didn't mean to smile about it, didn't mean to cry about it.
didn't mean to be a part of this, didn't mean to be a part of you.

• Ambient wave
• Downtempo
• Electronic
• Indie Electronic
• Edmond